You cut the spectrum into strips
Your fingers smell of flux and oil
The arcade hums through copper tips
Lead came holds darkness in its coil
Solder blooms like lichen on the seam
Each joint a node where light can dream
The synth chords swell in minor key
You map the veins where colors bleed
Solder fern grows in the underground
Where tetra chords and glass are bound
You coax the red from cobalt blue
Photosynthesis in the hue
The Telecaster twinkles clean and bright
Arpeggios climb like tendrils up the wall
P-bass grinds through the concrete night
Splash cymbals catch the fractured call
Capillary action draws the tin
Each bead a stoma letting light in
The rhythm section locks in tight
Your breath syncs with the meter's bite
Solder fern grows in the underground
Where tetra chords and glass are bound
You coax the red from cobalt blue
Photosynthesis in the hue
Latin names you whisper to the shards
Rubrum for the ruby flashing deep
Caeruleum where the blue guards
Aureum where the golds sleep
Solder fern grows in the underground
Where tetra chords and glass are bound
You coax the red from cobalt blue
Photosynthesis in the hue
The room bleed warms the tube saturation
Conversational vulnerable low
Then passion tears the vocal station
Raw emotion starts to overflow
Solder fern grows in the underground
Where tetra chords and glass are bound
You coax the red from cobalt blue
Photosynthesis in the hue
Anxious serene you watch the city glow
Through panes you built from sand and fire
Each color channel lets you know
Growth requires both the dark and wire
Solder fern grows in the underground
Where tetra chords and glass are bound
You coax the red from cobalt blue
Photosynthesis in the hue
Solder fern unfurls in electric soil
You bloom in wavelengths coiled in light
